we have nothing but company
bloated teaming growths
visitations of nostalgic cock fighting
the dark arts of distraction
filled viscera
squatting organelles
trading vowels
ekphrastic pluvia
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To write is to make oneself the echo of what cannot cease speaking -- and since it cannot, in order to become its echo I have, in a way, to silence it. I bring to this incessant speech the decisiveness, the authority of my own silence. ---Blanchot
